On my way to find the church this morning. Remembering this poem, I wrote a long time ago in response to a prompt from Rachel Joy Welcher

My only “Survival therapy tip”

is: Find yourself a church

in metal folding chairs at a school gym,

in a strip mall, or

stained glass building.

Find her in a park

or in a house,

but whatever you do,

find her.

find her.